Piper: Face it, Sky Knight; you've been caught! You're surrounded! The only way out is if you were crazy enough to...

[Aerrow dives down towards the Wastelands]

Piper: ...dive into the Wastelands.

[Finn reaches a tree and touches it]

Finn: Ha! Yes! I did it! I'm the winner!

[Aerrow is already up the tree]

Aerrow: Actually, that would be me.

[Finn groans]

Aerrow: Which means last one to the tree has to do all the dishes on the Condor for a month.

[Stork comes running down the main pathway toward the tree, panting heavily as he comes to a stop]

Stork: See? This is why I never leave the ship.

Boy: Hey, look, Dad! It's the Storm Hawks!

Man: Those aren't the Storm Hawks. Not the real ones.

[The Storm Hawks are registering to be an official squadron]

Registrar: I'll need your names and positions for the registering.

Aerrow: Aerrow. Sky Knight and leader.

Finn: Finn. Wingman and sharpshooter.

Junko: Junko. Flight engineer and... um... heavy ballistics.

Piper: Piper. Navigation and tactics.

Stork: Um... Stork... [sneezes, then sniffles] ...carrier pilot.

[Radarr performs some fighting moves]

Registrar: What is that? Some kind of pet?

[Radarr growls]

Aerrow: He prefers "mission specialist". We just call him "Radarr".

Registrar: Hmm. The Council will be most pleased to learn the new Storm Hawks squadron has formed. Your predecessors were greatly admired. You have much to live up to, Aerrow.

Aerrow: We're ready.

Registrar: Sign here, please.

[Aerrow prepares to sign the book]

Registrar: Wait just a minute! How old are you?

Piper: I just wish people would take us seriously. We're not just kids. We have the skills, we have the gear...

Finn: We have Finn.

Aerrow: [to Carver of the Red Eagles] I'm Aerrow of the Storm Hawks. It's a real honour to meet you.

Carver: Aren't you a little short to be a Sky Knight, kid?

Master Cyclonis: Once upon a time, Cyclonia controlled the entire Atmos. Then along came the Sky Knights, and all that got messed up. I want things back the way they used to be. And as soon as our Talon squadrons clip the wings of the Sky Knights, they will.

Repton: I couldn't care less about your plan, Cyclonis! What's in it for the Raptors?

[Dark Ace has used the Aurora Stone to defeat the Sky Knights preparing to attack Cyclonia]

Dark Ace: I've never seen such power.

Master Cyclonis: That, Dark Ace, was nothing. We're about to see the full power of the Aurora Stone unleashed!

[After the other Sky Knights have been defeated by the Dark Ace]

Aerrow: The Storm Hawks are all that's left. But we're not gonna make the same mistakes. We're doing this our way. And that means the most dangerous stealth mission Atmos has ever seen. This is gonna be fun.

[Finn and Junko have found the Aurora Stone]

Finn: Let's just grab it and split.

Junko: I don't know, Finn. That's not part of Piper's plan.

Finn: She's always making things too complicated. Just think of all the time and danger we'll skip.

Junko: Let's do it!

[Finn is standing on Junko's shoulders, trying to reach the Aurora Stone]

Master Cyclonis: Might want to rethink that.

[Junko turns around to see Cyclonis and two guards standing in the doorway]

Master Cyclonis: And you are...?

Finn: Busted.

Piper: Cyclonia. It looks just as ugly below.

Stork: It does have a certain dark charm. I wonder how they decorate the dungeons...

Snipe: Sky Knight, Snipe's gonna smash you like a bug!

[Piper and Stork are flying through a tunnel on Cyclonia]

Piper: This place is really giving me the creeps.

Stork: I think it's kinda homey.

[Raptors are chasing the Condor through a tunnel]

Piper: We've gotta outrun them!

Stork: Any faster and the Condor will most definitely get scratched.

Piper: Any slower and we're gonna get blasted!

Stork: I'm just saying...

[Raptors are still behind the Condor, despite Stork's efforts to evade them]

Stork: I hate tailgaters.

[Pulls a lever near the controls, and the Condor stops suddenly, causing the Raptors to crash into the rear of the ship]

Piper: Good flying, Stork.

Stork: Yeah, well...

Dark Ace: This time, no mercy.

[Finn and Junko are trapped inside Cyclonis' storm engine]

Junko: Finn, I just want you to know; you're my best friend.

Finn: Thanks, buddy. And I want you to know that it was me who broke your favourite bunny lamp.

Junko: You said it was the wind!

Finn: Well, it was kinda windy when I tripped over it.

Master Cyclonis: Storms made us. Storms tore us apart. And now, storms will help us rebuild... my way.

[Aerrow bursts in]

Aerrow: Or we could do it my way!

Master Cyclonis: This is getting annoying.

Aerrow: Shut down the machine and give me back what you stole... [surprised] Master... Cyclonis?

Master Cyclonis: [to Aerrow] You can't win, Sky Knight. You'll do your moves and jump around, but the end result will be the same. I unleash the full fury of nature, and you... Well, actually, I don't really care what happens to you.

[Aerrow has destroyed the Aurora Stone]

Master Cyclonis: Do you have any idea what you’ve just done, Sky Knight?!

Aerrow: Yeah. I just saved the Atmos from you! And the name's Aerrow, of the Storm Hawks!

[Aerrow and Radarr have escaped from a Cyclonian prison. They are heading through the terra's forest]

Aerrow: I'm beginning to think that tunnelling out of the prison was the easy part.

Mr. Moss: Ain't nobody ever escaped from Zartacla Prison. Now I know a few folks that disappeared trying. But not today. No, sons. Today, I'm looking forward to bringing in some live ones. Today, I want me a chase!

[Mr. Moss sniffs Aerrow's prison hat that he found outside the prison]

Mr. Moss: [to guards] I want y'all on high alert today! Terradon Forest is choc full of treachery!

[The guards have cornered Aerrow at a waterfall]

Mr. Moss: Now, son, there's no way out of Widow's Peak. It's time to go home. If you're nice from here on, maybe I'll even let up on your escape punishment... Just a bit.

[The guards are seaching for Aerrow]

Aerrow: [imitating Mr. Moss] Be careful, now! This forest is choc full of ol' treachery!

[Mr. Moss has found Aerrow using his Skyride]

Mr. Moss: I got you now, boy!

[Hamish and the other guards appear]

Hamish: We got him surrounded, boss!

Mr. Moss: That's what I just said.

[The guards have surrounded Aerrow]

Mr. Moss: Now, son, you come quietly and in ten years or so, after you get out of solitary, I might let you rejoin the rest of the political prisoners.

Hamish: Maybe... Maybe he could clean the Occucrow cages!

Mr. Moss: [to Aerrow] That's right. You owe my birds an apology.

[Earlier in the episode, Aerrow knocked the Occucrows out of the sky]

Hamish: And... And he could feed the Trackbeasts, too!

Mr. Moss: [hits Hamish] Shut up, son. You're about to give away the only reason I keep you around.

Snipe: When I'm finished with you, Cyclonis will give me a medal! A promotion! A reward!

Stork: How about a free trip?

[Stork activates the ejector seat, which knocks Snipe up to the ceiling]

Stork: And that is why you need an ejector seat.

[Piper is fighting Domiwick]

Piper: Why are you working for the Cyclonians?

Domiwick: You have no idea how the world works! Expeditions are costly.

Piper: And that makes it OK? You betrayed all of Atmos! And you know what else? You're a real snob!

Aerrow: [to Oracle] Finn wants to know if he gets rich, Piper wants to know what she's meant to do with her life, Junko wants to know if he ever finds his missing lucky shovel, Stork wants to know if the cure for Bog Measles is discovered.

Oracle: And you?

Aerrow: I just wanna know one thing; do we win?

Oracle: Ah. See for yourself.

[The Oracle shows Aerrow the future; the Cyclonians win]

Aerrow: I can't let that happen.

Oracle: Set me free and a different path begins.

Domiwick: [to Snipe] Can I have a... a lift?

Snipe: You're the smart one. Find your own way out.

Aerrow: [to Piper] I grabbed something for you on the way out.

[Aerrow gives Piper a shiny crystal]

Piper: It's beautiful. I wish I could rub it in Domiwick's face.

Aerrow: That guy was a slimeball.

Piper: When I saw what he was really like, I felt so stupid. Then I just felt sorry for him.

Finn: OK? OK!? The Nimbus Nimrods are playing for the championship, man, and I'm missing it!

Aerrow: Finn, you‘re supposed to be calling for help!

Finn: The Nimrods don't need any help. They're on a winning streak. What do you say about that? (points his shaking finger at Aerrow)

Aerrow: (half-heartedly) Go, Nimrods.

[Junko thinks it was his fault that the Storm Hawks are stranded]

Aerrow: Er, Junko, this place must be messing with you. That's not the way it happened. I'm the one who got us lost, remember?

Piper: No, it was me!

Finn: What? No, I was the one who got us in here!

Stork: Um, excuse me, it was all me, man!

[Radarr points at himself]

Piper: But... we can't all be responsible... can we?

[After Finn has given a story about how the Storm Hawks are lost]

Stork: Didn't happen to see an air truck in there, did you?

Finn: Air truck?

Stork: Yeah. The one from Tinhatco.

Junko: "What" co?

Stork: You know... Tinhatco! Protecting brains like yours for over 25 years! It was carrying a shipment of the AM-3000 state-of-the-art Anti-MindWorm Helmet. I had to get one! I've been starting to notice that tell-tale tickle in my lower medulla!

[The Condor is being pulled down a vortex]

Aerrow: Stork, head straight for the centre; full thrust!

Stork: I like your thinking - let's get it over with.

[Junko dumped Stork's Merb Cabbage overboard to get the Condor out of the vortex]

Stork: My cabbage. You dumped the whole load.

Junko: Yeah, well, sometimes, you know, the tough choices have to be, um... you know, chosen.

[While the Storm Hawks were in the Expanse, they were being preyed upon by a Sky Siren, a creature that conjures illusions from a person's deepest desires. The Storm Hawks are now out of the Expanse]

Stork: [singing] The Raiders left with nothing, they got their just dessert. And despite the terrifying mortal danger, the Domo never got hurt. And once again Vapos is safe, the Domo saved the day. And in the words of this humble poet, Great Domo did OK.

[Dark Ace puts the Stone in his Energy Sword and tests it on a rock mountain, making it crumble]

Repton: I'll take four.

[Ayrgyn the Skeelur is on the Condor. Junko is trying to find him]

Ayrgyn: Somebody needs to work on their finesse, and that somebody is you. And by the way, a manicure wouldn't kill you either.

[Ayrgyn has taken the Storm Hawks to Terra Neon for training. Finn is at the shooting range]

Aerrow: Ayrgyn, I don't mean to be rude, but I thought we were supposed to be training?

Ayrgyn: Lesson one: trust me. Oh, and do something about that hair.

[Arygyn has forced Stork to ride a mechanical bull as part of his "training"]

Stork: [as he's riding] Why... am... I... doing... this!?

Ayrgyn: [with the same labored tone] Be... cause... it's... fun! [laughs then whispers quietly to Aerrow next to him] And I'm a cruel, cruel man.

[The Storm Hawks have managed to complete the challenges that Ayrgyn gave them]

Ayrgyn: Anyone up for a snack?

Junko: Am I?

Aerrow: Now hold on just a minute! This has gone on long enough. You’re supposed to be this great warrior trainer, but you haven’t taught us a thing! The Talons are out there going after our friends, and we’re on Terra Neon wasting time! So what’s it gonna be?

[Pause]

Ayrgyn: Well, I hear flame corn here's excellent.

[The Storm Hawks are back on the Condor]

Aerrow: Piper, put out an all-channels call. Find out who’s left. If we join forces, it might not be too late for the rest of us.

[The Condor has broken down, and the Storm Hawks are trying console Stork]'

Aerrow: Stork, I'm sure we can find a way to patch up the impellor.

Stork: [yells in frustration] It's already been patched! A thousand times, just like everything on this flying deathtrap! The emergency sprinkles are full of slime... when you flush the toilet, it sends a hundred volts through the seat... [they hear Junko yell in pain off-screen]

Finn: Uh, yeah, it would be good to get that fixed...

[The Storm Hawks are being shown a new ship]

Junko: [looking at a magazine] Guys, it comes with an air freshener!

[The Storm Hawks have traded the Condor for a new ship, which is literally falling apart as they attempt to battle Cyclonians]

Piper I can't pilot our way out of this! We need Stork! [Radarr jumps over to remove Stork's Trance Helmet and wake him up]

Finn: Are you sure that's a good idea? I mean, he's probably gonna be a little upset at me for [as Radarr suceeds in getting the helmet off, Finn's voice lowers to a whisper] trading the Condor for this ship!

Stork: [as he wakes up, he looks around, then turns to glare at Finn angrily] You what? I'm out of it for a few minutes, and you WHAT!? [he jumps on Finn, rocking the ship as fight sounds are heard from the outside. As the Cyclonians draw closer, Aerrow manages to separate them]

Aerrow: Stork, I know this maybe isn't the best time for you [Stork flails toward Finn, trying to hit him with his feet], but we've got impending doom at 11 o'clock!

[The Cyclonians open fire]

Stork: My beloved is gone! What's the point!?

[The ship gets blasted more forcefully, making Stork fall over. A large metal object falls from the ceiling and lands very close to his head]

Stork: OK, I get the point.

Piper: But Stork, you complain about the Condor all the time.

Stork: That's because I love to complain! Just drop me off at the Black Gorge.

Piper: There might be a way to find the Condor using its timepulse code.

Aerrow: Great! What's the code?

Piper: Who knows? It's a 46-digit number and it's only written on the ship's ownership card, which is still on the Condor.

Stork: Oh, sure... I make a nice, relaxing swamp bath, and we just have to get attacked...

[Aerrow is shouting orders]

Aerrow: Stork, find some cover, fast!

[Referring to his lack of clothing, Radarr having pulled off his towel to plug up a steam leak]

Stork: Was getting kinda drafty... [reaches for his towel]

Aerrow: I meant for the ship...

Stork: Right...

Piper: Actually, if you could do both, that would be great.

[The Storm Hawks are preparing for a trip to the stratosphere. Stork walks in wearing a strange costume]

Piper: ...Stork?

Stork: [after removing helmet] My prototype strato-suit... for protection from the dangers of the upper atmosphere...

Finn: Are those... radishes?

Stork: Only known defense against... strato-elves... [begins pointing to varies doodads on the suit, from his left to his right]This wards off the warro-weasels; this drives away the dreaded mist bunnies... [makes a hand gesture that looks like a rabbit, then points to the helmet] Oh, and that’s the air supply.

Aerrow: Uh, that's great, Stork. But for the rest of us, just do the air part, okay?

Stork: Eh, it's your funeral, man...

[Ravess is up in the stratosphere]

Master Cyclonis: So, you've been using my platform for sneak attacks?

Ravess: Indeed, Master. With the Storm Hawks out of the way-

Master Cyclonis: The Storm Hawks had no clue we were up there until you started taking potshots at them.

Ravess: But Master, it's the perfect opportunity-

Master Cyclonis: This project is all the opportunity we need. Focus on completing it, or I'll start taking potshots at you.

[Ravess has sent an "exopod" into the exosphere. Aerrow and Radarr must destroy it]

Piper: Your path will directly intercept the exopod. Once you've destroyed it, the Condor will move in position to catch you. Don't miss your re-entry window.

Stork: Or... you'll drift off into... the point of no return...

[Aerrow and Radarr missed the exopod due to Piper's miscalculation]

Aerrow: Piper, I'm going to need a new calculation, this time with me going around the far side of the Atmos.

Piper: Aerrow, that's never been done before.

Stork: I really don't think that's gonna stop him.

[On the deck of the Condor]

Piper: Well, you did it, Aerrow. You really did it!

Aerrow: I did.

Piper: [leans closer to Aerrow] What was it like?

Aerrow: I don't have the words.

Piper: Pfft. Who needs words? At least you got pictures! [Aerrow had taken horrible blurry pictures for Piper]

Perry: You say that like it's a good thing. All I really want is some fun and adventure.

[Perry holds up a drawing of her fighting a dragon]

Perry: The only kind I ever see is what I can imagine. [starts playing with puppets] Lady Ursula and I spend a lot of time trying to outwit the evil Dr. Ogre. [deep voice] I'm gonna eat you! Muahahahahahaha! [high voice] Oh, yeah? Eat this! [hits Dr. Ogre with Lady Ursula]

Piper: Uh, yeah. You really do need to get out more.

Regent: [to Perry] Why don't we discuss your schedule for the day? First, the royal birdseed review at noon. Then the paint-drying tournament, followed by your trophy presentation at the royal dish-scrubbing contest.

Aerrow: She hasn't returned or even checked in. That's not Piper's style, Stork.

Stork: Oh, she's returning alright, Aerrow... but, er...

[Perry, disguised as Piper, is flying awkwardly towards the Condor]

Stork: ...not in style.

[A Nightcrawler has been captured by the guards on Terra Clockstoppia]

Guy Skyly: [a news reporter] Remember disgraced Sky Knight Carver, who betrayed the people of Atmos? Guess where he is now.

[Carver is released from prison]

Guy Skyly: Say "Goodbye, slammer", and "Hello, freedom." He's out! New evidence has been discovered that proves behind a shadow of a doubt that bad boy Carver was a victim of Cyclonian mind control. Now that the mind control has worn off, Terra Atmosia has its hero back, and you're looking at one reporter who can't wait to see what the future holds for this superstar Sky Knight!

Cyclonian #2: Do you know what my greatest fear is? That when they make the movie about Master Cyclonis' conquest of the Atmos, my role will be so insignificant they'll refer to me in the credits as... [sniffs] "Cyclonian #2".

[Radarr is on Cyclonian #2's cruiser. He uses a radio to contact the Storm Hawks]

Stork: More than you could ever imagine! For one day each year, every Merb, no matter where they are, must submit themselves for the most punishing task imaginable! [gasps dramatically] We must... [whispering menacingly] volunteer!

Finn: That's it? What's the big deal?

Stork: But it could be anything! Like cleaning hairy snoz-blat drains, or feeding the mouthless maggle-throps...

Aerrow: Does it have to be something terrible?

[A transport vessel arrives. A Merb in a red uniform steps out to hand Stork a form]

Tritonn: Had to ram me ship into the hole to keep more from coming up. Our very lives depended on these safe waters. We'd have swum for it, if not for him. Wouldn't be right to leave him behind, even if he does deserve it.

Piper: The way I see it, we've got three objectives: haul this ship outta the hole, round up the creatures, and drive them back down and then seal it up for good.

Junko: I used to be ashamed because all the other wallops were bigger and stronger than me. I thought being strong was the most important thing, but strength means nothing unless you have the courage to use it for good.

[Chief Thragg growls angrily]

Chief Thragg: You dare mention courage after you didn't have the courage to finish the ritual?